Title: One's Most Hated Name
Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.
Disclaimer: Dun own it….k?
Harry woke up to the bright sunlight shining through his windows. Wincing at the brightness of the room, he checked the time; it was 9:45.
Harry dressed in plain muggle clothes and made his way to the kitchen. Of course he had to ask the paintings on the walls though most of it sneered at him in disapproval, though one did give him then directions. There was always one oddball painting no matter where you went.
Harry walked down he long hallway and turned his mind onto more serious matters. 'Just why was the Tournament so dangerous? Why would Morran even help me and openly say that's he's to become my enemy and is currently a Death Eater?'
Harry kept pondering till he almost walked right into Draco.
"Hey Harry," Draco smiled, "I was looking for the dining room. This place is huge no?"
Harry smiled warmly, "True, but I prefer smaller places."
As Harry was talking, Draco looked left and right, then whispered, "Harry, when do you think something weird may happen? We both know that they may try and make me one of You-Know-Who's underling! I could barely sleep last night."
"You're right," Harry responded, "We have to stick together or else."
Harry left open the or else because he knew that he didn't want Draco turned into a Death Eater and much less stay at a manor with three Death Eaters.
"What are you boys doing here?," Lucius walked up to them, "I see, you may be lost? Why not ask a painting next time you're lost, you can find that they may be really helpful."
Lucius led the two into an enormous dinning area. The roof was so high Harry could not even see the end of it, though he was sure that this was a charm.
Regular 'muggle' food lay on the counters waiting for them.
Harry tried to hide his smile, "Mr. Malfoy, did you make this?"
"Don't be silly boy, the house elves of course," Lucius replied somewhat ticked by Harry's impertinent smile.
Footsteps echoes from the side hall to the room.
"Ahh, Morran must be here!" Lucius stated, "Morran take a seat."
Morran came into the room. Dressed in a long leather black cloak with silver linings, Morran replied, "Yes father," emptily and took a seat.
Odd thing was, Morran seemed much more mechanical today. He stood and sat without much fidgeting, as though life itself was gone from him. Morran's hair was different also, from the way it used to be, he now slicked it much like his father.
"Morran, had a nice sleep yesterday night?" Harry wondered what Morran's reaction would be.
"Morran did in fact, though night time visits did take it's toll, isn't that right? Morran?" Lucius replied for him.
"Yes, father," Morran replied once again.
Harry turned his attention to Lucius, 'How on earth did Lucius know about Morran visiting?'
By the time Harry deduced that Morran was caught helping 'the enemy', Morran left the table and headed out.
"Morran, wait! What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, confused.
"Morran's just-," Lucius was about to answer again for Morran.
"Nothing's wrong, you will understand soon," Morran replied though he did not turn around to face them.
Harry could tell Morran was in pain, though Morran did not show it in his voice, from Harry's angle he could see that Morran's clenched fist was giving way to some blood.
Harry glanced at Lucius with somewhat of a glare. Lucius's reply was to look back with a smirk.
"You boys can play in the back yard; I have business to take care of," Lucius told Harry and Draco.
Lucius stalked off from the table to and headed to the same tunnel Morran left.
Lucius picked up his pace, "Morran," Lucius said in a commanding voice.
"That person defied me for years on what is rightfully mine. So she should have been killed and yesterday was a perfect opportunity," Lucius whispered as Morran turned to face Lucius.
"Is it because she was precious to you? Or is it because that was you're first killing as a Death Eater? Do not worry son, you'll come around to our way of thinking. Right?" Lucius asked though an edge to his tone was evident.
Morran felt his knees shake and held his hand out to the wall in the corridor for support and held the other hand over his mouth. "Yes, father," Morran replied, though this time it wasn't like he was in front of the others, this time his voice shook.
"Don't be like this Morran, you looked forward till this day for a long time, no? It could be the longest cruciatus curse I ever seen Voldemort put on someone and as my own punishment, I led you there to kill her. But that's okay, you know why?" Lucius plagued Morran's mind with sly words.
"Why, father?" Morran replied.
"Because you did it for the greater good, and be thankful that the Dark Lord has mercy." Lucius replied.
Harry and Draco were finishing their lunches as the morning mail cam flying in.
The owl left the mail and newspaper on a table with an open jar of knuts, picked as few up and left.
"What happened to Morran? I never expected this out of him. Why so chummy with 'father'?" Draco asked heading to the mail section wondering what kind of letters his father even gets.
Harry looked lazily on, "Who knows, he may always have been this was in front of his father and we have never noticed," Harry replied though he was positive that weren't the case.
"I don't think so. Do you think something may have happened to him?" Draco asked.
"Draco, both you're father and brother are Death Eaters, what do you think may have happened?' Harry asked though the answer was obvious.
Draco pawed through the letters, nothing unusual was there so Draco took the newspaper and moved back to his chair.
"This settles it, I'd rather die that to be Death Eater," Draco looked to Harry and started reading the paper.
"Don't be talking about death so lightly," Harry muttered lightly, "It just may happen."
Draco's eyes bulged slowly as the read the front page of the paper. Draco threw the paper to the side and muttered 'no way' a few times. Harry tried to grab a hold of Draco but Draco pushed Harry to the floor and ran into the corridor Lucius and Morran went in.
Harry picked up the paper and read the bold headline, "Strange murder of the Minister of Magic's ex-wife."
Harry didn't even try to read the rest and ran after Draco. Passing various portraits and statues, Harry finally caught up to Draco.
"What are you going to do?" Harry hushed.
"What does it seem like I'm about to do?" Draco yelled back. "I'm going to kill them!" Draco's eyes filled with rage through Harry could have sworn that he saw a few tears starting to form.
"Wait, it probably was Voldemort but how do you know it was those two?" Harry tried to soothe Draco from confronting the two Death Eaters. "Besides, I know your mother would not have wanted you to do this. For God's sake, this is suicidal!"
Draco turned to Harry, his eyes flashed with anger and shouted, "What would you know? Your parent's are dead! It's nice that you have a great memory of them, heroic and the likes and what about me? My parents are either murdered or was the murderer. My brother was probably in on it too! You would never understand how I feel! To be betrayed by my own family!" With this Draco dashed full speed towards the hall where Morgan and Lucius headed off.
Harry brushed off Draco's all too familiar betrayal speech and ran after him. Now was not the time to get emotional for Harry. His best friend is too hot-headed to think clearly so in the end, it's up to him to save Draco.
Harry caught up to Draco just as Lucius and Morran turned around to face them.
"Is there anything wrong, Draco?" Lucius sneered in a mocking way, which only further added to Draco's anger.
"Where did you go yesterday, Morran?" Draco asked, barely able to control his voice.
"We out for business, why Draco? You look like you've seen a ghost." Malfoy Sr. remarked, openly showing his own glee.
Harry noticed Morran had warm blood trickling from his palm. Morran's eyes though remained as cold as steel.
"I don't think I was talking to you, father, I'm asking you Morran. Where were you after we came?" Draco shouted this time, angry tears flowing and he pointed his wand at his brother.
Morran brushed aside the wand as though it was insignificant, "Why, Draco, I don't understand what you are talking about." The voice was harsh and ran throughout the hall.
"Y-..You! Mother is…mother is…..SHE'S DEAD!" Draco screamed, again focusing his wand on Morran's chest.
"Then I offer my condolences to you, but what would that woman have to do with me?" Morran questioned as if over tea.
Without any more clear thoughts in his head, all Draco wanted to see was to have the two people in front of him feel the same pain as he is now. "Forfex incindere" Draco said, his tone was soft but reflected that of a madman or at least someone with such a murderous intent that emotions didn't penetrate.
Gashes of cuts appeared on Morran, though Lucius was able to block all of it. Morran didn't even bother to block the spell.
"Huh…who would have though that you knew such a complex spell, as expected from Harry Preston's, friend," Lucius taunted, "I would even say that any forfex spells are very close to being dark magic. Truly my son."
Harry wanting to end this, pointed to Lucius and chanted, "Accio wand."
The wand Lucius held didn't even budge from Lucius' grip. "What is that all? I won't loose from a mere spell such as that!"
Draco couldn't stand his father anymore. Draco whispered cruelly, "Crucio"
Lucius eye's widened and was caught off-guard, he promptly fell to the floor and started writhing in pain.
"Draco!" Harry yelled from where Morgan was slumped due to the forfex curse Draco cast.
Draco, realizing what had came out of him immediately stopped, but the damage had been done. Lucius was crunched over and shook uncontrollably every few seconds on the floor.
Draco turned to Harry, eye's brimmed with tears, "I'm soo…I didn't mean to…mother…she…...," Draco couldn't finish his sentence and leaned against the wall for support as the gravity of the situation sunk in.
"I know that you didn't mean to go that far and it was because of your mother, but now is really not a good time to mope about. We have to get out of here because when they come to, we'll both be dead men," Harry pulled Draco off the wall and supported Draco to where he remembered the exit was found.
Exiting the mansion, Harry saw two Comet 1000s in the garbage leaning against a small shed and grabbed them with his free hand. He didn't even try to fly out because he knew that it was probably sealed just like any mansion or building. So Harry continued down towards the yard.
Sweating hard, Harry carried Draco to the front yard, where the metal gates stood. Harry reached to pull it open, unluckily it did not budge. Harry swore under his breath, 'It's only my second day here, what the hell can be worse…yeah a bloody gate sealed with magic to prevent it from opening!'
Draco started to feel his legs and stopped leaning on Harry for support.
"Alohamora," Harry said, pointing his wand at the metal bars fighting his urge to kick it.
"It's aperio," Draco chanted and the doors flew open.
Harry gave Draco an inquisitive look.
"I remember from when I was a kid," Draco replied feeling somewhat better now that they were outside.
"Let's go," Harry said and handed a broom to Draco.
Headmaster Dumbledore, meanwhile, was relaxing in his office, tasting some cherry tarts that the house elves brought up when one of his trinkets twirled and gave a loud shrieking siren.
'Ah!' Dumbledore chuckled to himself as he often did whenever this particular trinket went off during summer or winter vacation. This particular trinket allowed Dumbledore to detect if one of his students was using magic during vacations. Usually, it was just the Weasley twins pulling some odd prank or some Ravenclaw desperately wanting to try out a new spell.
Dumbledore picked the trinket up and read the names that were etched on the crystal. Harry Preston, Draco Malfoy was etched on the crystal.
Dumbledore furrowed his brows and had a house elf call for the Slytherin House's leader, Snape.
Snape came to Dumbledore's office immediately. "Yes, Albus?" Snape asked somewhat tiredly.
"Severus you seem tired, though we have an Order meeting tonight, what happened?" Albus asked.
" I was giving the Dark Lord brewed Veritaserum when Lucius and his son, Morran interrupted me and it seemed as though Morran warned an enemy of something," Snape replied honestly though tiredly, "When Morran left the room, Voldemort ordered Lucius to have Morran kill his mother. I'll announce the details at the meeting but why did you cell me here Albus?"
"It appears that two of your students have been using their magic," Dumbledore announced furrowing his brows., "Do you know where Harry Preston and Draco Malfoy are spending their holidays?"
"I believe they are at the….Malfoy Manor!" Snape cursed his own stupidity; he should have seen this coming miles away, "Albus don't tell me that Malfoy and his friend used magic?"
Albus nodded and sat up, "Get the Order ready, I'll place my hat on the fact that Harry and Draco aren't at the manor anymore. Also, the Dark Lord may be looking for those two. Set 5 Order members to look within a 5 mile radius of the Malfoy Manor and the rest to look at ports that link the magic and muggle where those two can be found. If my suspicions are right, the Dark Lord will want Draco as a member."
Snape winced as his arm flashed of pain, instinctively, he placed his palm on top as if his hand can cool the burning mark.
Dumbledore realized this, "Snape you go ahead and I'll set up a search party."
Snape nodded and promptly left.
Lord Voldemort surveyed his followers. Smiking, he knew that Draco and Harry could neither apparate nor portkey and so in the end they will be tens of miles from civilization. What a perfect time to meet and greet them, the Dark Lord's eyes glinted like a predator cornered it prey.
"Loyal servants, today, you will see blood," The Dark Lord said to about 50 Death Eaters. "I want you to search for Harry Preston and Draco Malfoy around the Malfoy Mannor. Find them at all costs!"
With the end of the brief speech the Dark Lord's masked servants all apparated away.
The Dark Lord smiled to himself, with this, Harry Potter cannot escape, and finally what he wanted 12 years ago will be his.
"Harry, the air up here is freezing, I can't feel my toes and we've been flying for nearly four hours! Can't we walk a bit to warm up?" Draco shivered and tried to pull his cloak in tighter for warmth.
Harry didn't see the point in slowing down because there was bound to be pursuers but on the other hand, he didn't know where he was in the first place so stopping for a while to warm up may do them both good.
"Okay, we can rest down there," Harry said pointing to a thicket of trees.
They both slowed their broom and came to a halt close to the ground.
"Hey Harry, there's something bothering me about what happened," Draco whispered.
"Yeah?" Harry asked in response, while casting a small blue light to warm themselves.
"I casted the cruciatus curse pretty easily, do you think that I'm close to a Death Eater, I mean…the cruciatus…" Draco slurred off in deep thought.
"Relax, you were just angry. Besides, you were confronting your mother's killer, I can understand and relate," Harry whispered back.
"Good, cuz I-" Draco started but Harry held his hand up to Draco's mouth.
Putting out the small flame, he slowly took his hand off Draco and reached for his wand.
"Extermino!" roared a masked and cloaked man, sending a flashing of red light towards the two.
Harry quickly set up a shield, "Run ahead, Draco. I'll catch up!" Harry knew that Draco would only hinder him, besides, while he fought, it would give Draco the perfect opportunity to sneak off unfound.
"But-," Draco began to protest but Harry gave him an assured look and so Draco grabbed his broom and ran.
Without looking behind him, Draco knew that Harry was going to be okay. 'Who would be able to kill Harry, ever?' pondered Draco as he kept running for a few meters. He then jumped on his broom and flew upwards for a few minutes before he felt a force of being sucked.
"Urgh," grunted Malfoy and he hung on for dear life.
When his broom stopped, he found himself in the middle of a circle of cloaked men and women. They wore white cloaks with red phoenixes embroidered on the back.
"Who are you?" Draco eyed them suspiciously, brandishing his wand.
"No worries, we're here to bring you back to Hogwarts," said a voice that for once his life, he was pleased to hear, Proffesor Evans.
"What happened to Preston?" asked another harshly, Professor Potter.
"I don't know, he tried to save me and told me to run…" Draco said and then suddenly, he stood, "Oh no! He's still back there."
"It's alright! We're going to save him, tell us the location exactly," Lily asked patiently.
"Umm…in the thickets over there," Draco recalled and pointed to where he and Harry separated, "Hurry! He's fighting the Death Eaters!"
The Order set off, some on foot and some on brooms to the location Draco pointed them to. Professor Evans remained with Draco and when Draco was calm enough, she portkeyed them both to Hogwarts.
Harry was able to fight off the first five of six Death Eaters fine. Charms and curses flew from left, right and center but Harry was able to get out of it with little damage. But, when the Death Eaters all found out his location, then it was like a cockroach infestation. There's just no end to the numbers of Death Eaters.
Before long, Harry found himself face to face with nearly 40 Death Eaters. Gashes appeared on his skin from a cutting curse and he was blown back by another's levitating spell. Harry landed on a tree trunk as he spit blood. Quickly wiping it, he froze 3 more Death Eaters.
A commotion diverted the Death Eaters attention to the right; the Order of the Phoenix has arrived. Though they arrived to help, they were too far off and held back to make too much of a difference. A few Death Eaters took the chance of Harry being distracted by cursing him with the cruciatus.
When Harry was finally released of the spell, he couldn't stand. One single Order member broke free of the fight and was running to Harry. Harry stretched his hand along the dirt floor as if trying to grab hold of the white-cloaked figure but before the Order member could touch him, a Death Eater grabbed hold of Harry and portkeyed away.
Harry felt his bruised body jerk upwards and fly through the night air and when he finally hit the ground again, he heard a voice he hadn't heard in a long time.
"Harry Potter, how nice of you to join us," the Dark Lord smirked malignantly.